It's Me, Sara Louise

I’m a lucky girl. Not only do I get to live in The LPV (I love calling Le Petit Village The LPV, makes me feel like a gangsta), one of the most beautiful places on the planet, get to drink delicious wines as cheap as soda, and sample all the cheese I can stand, but now, as if life couldn’t get any sweeter, one of my cousins has moved to Toulon, only two hours south of here. How freaking lucky is that? It’s lucky.

So last Saturday, The Husband and I made a trip down Toulon way to say hi. It was going to be an extra special day because besides getting to hang out with my cousin (who for the purposes of this blog I have christened, Mrs. London), one of my favorite uncles was visiting as well. Except Mrs. London and I decided that we would surprise him and not tell him I was coming. Fun.

The surprise worked a little too well because when I walked into the house, my Uncle gave me a look like he kind of knew who I was, but wasn’t 100% sure, stood up, and introduced himself to me. But in fairness, he is 79, wasn’t wearing his glasses, and I’m sure wasn’t expecting one of his nieces to just happen to be in Toulon. So there you go.

I could have happily sat in Mrs. London’s living room all day, chatting and catching up, but we had lunch reservations to get to. Unfortunately, Mrs. London’s Westie puppy, Napoleon, was none too pleased that he wasn’t invited and refused to stay on the inside of the gate and be left behind.

Since Mrs. London’s husband, Mr. London, was working, he wasn’t able to join us for lunch, so we thought it would be nice to visit him at his office afterwords and say hi…

And that should have been it. See Mrs. London. Check. Surprise Uncle. Check. Visit Mr. London at work. Check. and go home. Except what Mrs. London and I weren’t counting on was Mr. London and The Husband developing a man crush on each other and refusing to say goodbye (they even snuck off to the beach to drink Rosé alone together).